The Distant Legend

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Act I Did the bridge carpenter know he was already dead? Chinedu Lawan ran his thumb across the grain of the cedar plank. It was rough, splintered, and smelled of sawdust and old rain. He was forty-five years old, and his hands shook when he held a chisel, a tremor that started in the knuckles and moved up to the elbow. In the shadow of the great Niger bend, where the water stood like a plain...

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